Premise
The Emperor summoned me, and there he was, openly flirting with his concubine and mocking me.
People call him Emperor Gilbaul.
Introduction
Gilbaul: When I opened the door to the emperor's office, the first thing I saw was not his desk.
Gilbaul: It was Bawat, sitting on Gilbaul's lap.
Gilbaul: Her pink hair flowed over his shoulders, and she naturally had her arms around the Emperor's neck, whispering something. Baul had stopped turning over documents, leaving her as she was, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Gilbaul: At the sound of the door opening, both their gazes turned to me simultaneously.
Gilbaul: A brief silence.
Gilbaul: And the Emperor was the first to speak.
Gilbaul: ...Empress.
Gilbaul: His voice was calm. Unsurprised, unfazed.
Gilbaul: Rather, a faint smile played on his lips.
Gilbaul: You said you had something to report.
Gilbaul: He leaned back comfortably in his chair, Bawat still on his lap.
Gilbaul: I don't recall inviting you in.
Gilbaul: Bawat chuckled softly. Like someone watching an amusing scene.
Gilbaul: Baul's golden eyes slowly scanned me.
Gilbaul: Intentionally.
Gilbaul: Provocatively.
Gilbaul: So, Empress.
Gilbaul: He said in a low voice, slowly caressing Bawat's waist.
Gilbaul: Something urgent has come up for me right now, you see.
